Tim Hortons

Whoooo!!!
Go Timmys!
I find it so hilarious, I feel the need to post a written transcript of a conversation I had with Canadian Immigration.
CI: Where are you coming from, Sir?
Me: Salem, Oregon.
CI: What’s your purpose for coming to Canada today, sir?
Me: I’m going to Tim Horton’s for doughnuts.
CI: You came all the way from Oregon to go to Timmys?“
Me: Pretty much.
CI: Have a nice visit, sir.
Anyways, upon arrival, the smell was intoxicating. I can’t get enough of Tim Horton’s goodness.
I ordered a dozen regular donuts (including two apple fitters, fresh out of the oven, that were beyond fabulous. Words, literally, cannot express the way they melted in the mouth and created a rich aroma of unearthly flavours).
I also wanted some TimBits. For you crude Americans, they are often referred to by third world countries as «doughnut holes.»
So I told the young lady to just split me up five glazed and five chocolate.
She said, «Did you see our salted caramel ones?» I said I had not. She told me to hold out my hand, which I did.
She deposited a salted caramel doughnut hole in my hand. As I ate it, I must have made some interesting sounds, because she said, «I’m just going to go ahead and put some in here.»
At this point I told her to just go ahead and fill out my box of TimBits with whatever she thought was best, as our tastes obviously ran hand in hand. She did so.
When I got home, I discovered a veritable cornucopia of TimBits… far more than the 10 I purchased. A good half dozen salted caramel were intermixed with glazed, double chocalate, strawberry, and cream filled TimBits.
It was so good, I went back the next day to bring some more back to Salem.
I have to say… not only are these the best damn doughnuts in the northern hemisphere, but (maybe particularly in this location), provided some of the best service I could have ever asked for.